"After it, therefore because of it. It means one thing follows the other, therefore it was caused by the other, but it's not always true. In fact, it's hardly ever true."
-President Bartlet, TWW, 1.2 "Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc
Disclaimer: AtS is the property of Whedon, et al. The West Wing belongs to Warner Bros, et al.
Summary: Cordelia has a vision that leads her to The White House, love, and a whole lot of trouble.
Spoilers: Angel: Let's see, pre-season 4, both nothing specific. The West Wing: After the election, but Sam is still around.
Distribution: want iit, take it, just tell me
Note: I'm taking some liberties with how Cordelia's visions work in this story.
Note: The prologue is kind of short, but more parts should be coming soon.
Cordelia Chase sat at her desk in the lobby of the Hyperion. She sighed. The phones hadn't rung all day. She was thankful that she didn't get paid per client. The fact was they had pretty much been dead for the past three weeks. It was kind of nice, not having any life or death situations to face. But she was bored. She just wanted something to happen.
Then it did.
Cordelia grabbed her head in pain as a vision overtook her. It was even worse than usual. She fell from her chair as images flashed before her eyes. Distantly she could her voices calling her name.
When she came out of it she was on the floor, Wesley's arms encircling her, keeping her upright.
Angel hovered over them, worry written on his face.
"Cordy, are you all right?" Angel asked. "What did you see?"
Cordelia held a hand to her head, wincing slightly. Her head was killing her.
"Here, take these." Cordelia looked up to see Gunn had entered the room. He held out a glass of water and a couple of aspirin. Cordelia smiled her thanks and took them gratefully. She grimaced as she swallowed the pills, chasing them down with a gulp of water. The others remained silent, waiting for Cordelia to recover enough to speak.
In a few moments that pain had lessen enough that she felt like she could speak without her head exploding. She allowed Wesley to help her off of the floor and into a chair.
"There was a party" Cordelia began. "It was really fancy, tuxedos, ball gowns, that kind of thing. I didn't see the whole building, just the one room, but I'm sure it was in some sort of mansion. There was a guy....He went outside for some reason. He got hit by some sort of energy beam and collapsed." Cordelia paused for a moment, thinking of how to describe what had happened next. "Then the vision got really weird. The images paused, then, like, ran in reverse for a few seconds. Then suddenly it was outside of a bar, and this same guy, he was lying on the sidewalk. There were people crowded around him. It looked like he had been shot in the chest."
Wesley frowned. "That kind of thing has never happened in a vision before, has it?"
Cordelia shook her head. "No. The vision, it was even more painful than usual. It was just so strange." An idea struck her, "Do you think it could have been, like, two alternate versions of what could happen?"
"It's possible," Wesley affirmed. "But there's no real way to be sure, I mean, we know precious little about your normal visions."
"Shouldn't we be trying to figure out when and where whatever this is, is going to happen? What did this guy look like?" Gunn asked, pacing the room.
"Gunn's right. While we should figure out what the vision means, we also need to focus on helping this guy. Did anything in the vision seem familiar? Was there anything that you recognized?" asked Angel.
There was silence for a moment while Cordelia thought back to what she had seen. "Yeah," she said slowly. "The guy. He seemed really familiar. I'm not sure, but I could swear that I've seen him before. I just can't remember where."
Suddenly Cordelia sat bolt upright. She quickly got to her feet, and headed across the room. She grabbed a newspaper off a table and rushed back with it, pointing to a picture on the front page. "It was this guy. This guy right here."
Angel grabbed the paper from Cordelia. Wesley and Gunn looked over his shoulder. They looked up at Cordelia in surprise.
"Cordy," Angel said, an odd tone in his voice. "This guy, he works at the White House."